one day all of us will work
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we'll stand outside this orchard and we'll talk
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when all is said all is done
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we'll still be thinking about home
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they say that love might be the very thing
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if only it could be
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and making love is more than anything
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and all these thing like buildings
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and faces
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and memories
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and places
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don't count for anything
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i'll gladly draw the lines of duty
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watching summer turn to gold
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she's not content with responsibility
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she wants to have and then to hold
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they say that love might be the very thing
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if only it could be
|
and making love is more than anything
|
and all these thing like buildings
|
and faces
|
and memories
|
and places
|
don't count for anything
|
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one day all of us will work
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one day all of us will work
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one day all of us will work
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The Very Thing
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| Deacon Blue and Ricky Ross |
